I started therapy when I was seventeen; not wanting to be a financial burden, I stopped going after just six weeks. Shortly after, I met my partner during our senior year of high school. He was pretty open about his mental health, but not as open as I was. Almost eight years later, we are living together in our two-bedroom apartment.
As a result of my mental illness, I often feel tired and weak, unable to focus on things that interest me. Using my camera as a tool for coping and keeping myself engaged, I am learning new things about my partner’s mind and collecting tender and vulnerable moments of our lives. Together, we are figuring out how the dynamic of two mentally ill people living in the same space works everyday.